Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
AZ,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.